Home, With No Dome..
welcomed me into a
dreamy-bubble, a burble..
Angst, with the insight of the
I followed the orthodoxy-darkness..
As, I proceeded, far-far-far away, I could see,
a toy like mansion, a slot where families bide.
The sole dark-shelled spirit, wished
to exhibit; that home with no dome.
I, heading closer and closer, saw no
activities around, to settle my heart
and depict the episodes awaiting, inside..
Attitude of mine, enquired as I entered
the cabin, alike a bin having all ruins
"Why, O why, are you thrusting thyself
into a garbage pail, that's abandoned?
For, have a quick turn, before you burn
and alter thyself into ash of grief, in the fire of regret.."
The same query and aid, nudged me into reality
and I realized this Orthodoxy darkness,
arrived into my dreamy-animation,
with a mission to misguide
me into an absolute
solitude with an